Times are Changing

Lucy and I came home on Thursday, so excited to see David. Although we have spent many weekends apart (almost every weekend during track season) we realized that this week was the longest we were ever apart. Something I learned: don't always listen to advice. I was advised to nurse your baby during take-off to help her ears pop and so I have every time. I have been on 2 round trip airplane trips with Lucy, the second trip included layovers both ways which means 6 take offs. This wouldn't be so bad if Lucy took a bottle, but she is a little stubborn in the area of plastic (she doesn't believe babies should take binkies or bottles). By the 6th take off I just couldn't take trying to hide her under the blanket while she kicked and tried to pull it off, attracting way too much attention. So I decided we just weren't doing it and she was completely fine! She didn't cry one bit! She loved looking out the window and seemed to actually enjoy the take off. She cried less without nursing, than all the fuss she gives me trying to go under a blanket in a new and exciting place. Anyway, I couldn't believe I went to all that trouble before! You learn something new every day and I think double that for moms!
I Finally did it! For the last 2 weeks I have been mentally prepping for a dreaded moment in my life. After telling David we would move Lucy out of our room when she turned 3 months, 4 months, 5 months and 6 months, determined to keep my word this time, I reluctantly said my goodbyes and sent her down the long, dark hallway, into her own crib. My family all jokes that I have worse separation anxiety than Lucy, which is not really too much of an exaggeration. I really missed sleeping with her right next to me in her pack n' play, but I did it! Even when she woke up (after 6 sweet hours!) I resisted the temptation to bring her to our room and put her back to sleep in her own room!
I wish this happy story ended here and Lucy continued to love her new bed, but much to my dismay, Friday night, after an hour and a half, she awoke crying. I contemplated how long I should let her cry before rushing in and decided I couldn't wait much longer and went to check on her. She was completely drenched in Spit Ups. Her face, her ears, her entire outfit, the sheets. I really couldn't believe she had even eaten as much as was all over the place. When I picked her up she spit up more all over me. We took a quick bath and just as I redressed her for bed she spit up all over again. (When I say spit up, it was really much more than just spit up, I just hate using other gross words) So, I wimped out and couldn't let her sleep in her own bedroom, worried she would be spitting up all over the place. Luckily she hasn't spit up since. I can't tell if she was a little sick or if maybe she just ate too much (which could be possible seeing how I fed her every moment I could, hoping it would help her go all night and she ate more rice cereal than ever, while gulping down water, her favorite hobby, right before bedtime).
Last night, back to her own room she goes, but I only made it 'til 5:00 a.m. when she had already woken up about six times and I finally just put her in bed next to me! End of story...? Not quite, we are just getting to the best part!
I drag my sleepy head out of bed at 8:45 a.m. (our church starts at 9:00 a.m.) and amazingly we make it to church by 9:10 a.m. For those of you who are calculating, yes that means I got ready extraordinarily fast (okay, okay David got Lucy ready, but still...). I am really happy because I hear the Sacrament hymn playing. Yes! We haven't missed the Sacrament! We quickly find some seats and look at the board for the hymn number we are singing in the book. We open it to the number on the board and it is wrong. We just hum along, too lazy to look up the hymn in the index. Then a sister gets up to give the prayer. What about the Sacrament? I start wondering what is going on. Did church really start ten minutes late? No wonder the hymn number was wrong. After the prayer everyone starts standing up. David and I look at each other in awe, sure we must be dreaming. Finally, we figure out that the time changed. Yeah, this time we were the lame people that somehow never caught the big news. It was a really weird feeling because it wasn't as if we just forgot to set our clocks. Neither of us had even heard that the time change was coming up remotely soon. I guess we must live a pretty sheltered life! Well the joke's on us! Wish us luck for "Lucy and her own room" take 4!